“And he’s never forgotten it!” laughed Jan. “But come on,” she urged her small brother. “Ted wants to fish. Maybe Mr. Tizzy will do some other tricks for you,” she added.
“I surely will,” promised the acrobat. “I must keep myself in practice ready for the work next week. Now go ahead and fish, Ted.”
When it grew quiet, the lad eagerly waited for a nibble, and he was soon rewarded by pulling up a good-sized fish.
“It’s a real one this time!” Ted shouted, as the beauty flopped on the grass.
“I must watch him,” said Mr. Tizzy. “I may get some ideas from the way he leaps about.”
From then on Ted had good luck and caught five fish before it was time to go home. Trouble, also, caught a fair-sized perch, which much delighted him.
“Now for a few more flips and I’ll walk back with you,” said Mr. Tizzy. “I’m glad to know we’re stopping at the same place. I heard some talk last night about children being at the farm, but I thought they meant movie children.”
“Well, we’re sort of on the move,” explained Ted. “We’re touring around for our vacation. But Mr. Portnay took two old photograph albums by mistake, and we’re waiting for him to send them back.”
“Go on—do a flip-flop!” urged Trouble eagerly. “I like ’em!”
“All right. Here goes, little man!” cried Mr. Tizzy.